Before her was Mr. Hyde’s headquarters, her sanctuary. There was a secret room within that building, and if Lysithea managed to enter and lock herself inside, then she could put the inevitable fight off to the next day.The key to her victory was ensuring that the man remained relaxed so that she had a chance no matter how slim it was. She was getting so close right now—she was well within a hundred meters!Lysithea had a stoic nature, and yet even she could not stop her heart from quickening at the thought of her salvation. It was apparent enough that Diego sensed something was amiss from their little cat-and-mouse game. For one, Lysithea suddenly poured even more speed to her sprint that there was now ten more meters between them.“Something’s fishy,” he muttered to himself while frowning before the realization hit him. He snickered. “Do you still think you have a way out of the inevitable, Lysithea? How cute of you to think you can escape me!”Diego accelerated his run in a burs
“Y-you… You hurt Mr. Hyde?! You’ll pay for this!”“You’re f**ked! F**k him up, boys!”Mr. Hyde’s people, who were all buff, young men, stared at the horrifying dent on their boss’s chest. They listened to the rattles of the man barely hanging by a thread.They were seeing red. Instead of fearing the same fate, the sight of their boss’s distress only fueled their hatred and rage for retribution as all of them shot daggers at their common enemy without flinching.Diego perused the same intense rage on the faces around him and furrowed his eyebrows slightly. It was pointless—one could throw literally hundreds of fodder at him until they formed layers of human walls, and it would still be nothing to him. They would offer resistance that was as powerful as a wall of ants. He was so unimpressed by the useless grunts around him that instead of dirtying his hands, he opted to simply look his most threatening and malefic before shouting at them. The goal was to scare these dumb muscles away
At the moment, Zayn was in a reserved deluxe room in an upper-class restaurant. All around him sat Guineve’s elites and magnates of every domain and trade, who all went out of their ways to invite Zayn to their gathering. Upon receiving Mr. Hyde’s desperate call for help, though, the man was shocked enough to leap to his feet all of a sudden, startling the room.Zayn’s day had started with a good mood—certainly good enough that he decided to accept these elites’ invitation. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would receive a call like this from Mr. Hyde, let alone hear the heralds of death in the man’s hoarse croaks.He had never heard Mr. Hyde’s voice tremble like that before. However, whatever shock that it brought quickly paled next to the content of Mr. Hyde’s message. It made Zayn’s skin crawl and ignited every fuse in his brain.“Where are you? I’m coming right away!” Zayn growled.“The h-head… quarters…” came Mr. Hyde’s weakening whisper.Zayn could hear o
More accurately, Zayn’s feat had completely upended whatever they thought they knew about the world. It offered them a window to Zayn’s other side, which made them respect and revere him so much that it approached apotheosis.Zayn was a humble man with no penchant for showboating. He would have taken any normal route in lieu of leaping out of the window, but he was desperate right then. Time was a luxury that was quickly slipping out of his grasp, so all he could do was to use whatever time he had left to its fullest and reach Mr. Hyde’s headquarters in the shortest time possible.Admittedly, he did not have a lick of idea what was going on or what Lysithea’s “weakened phase” was supposed to mean, but he knew one thing: if Diego had started his move, then Lysithea must be in grave danger. Besides that, Mr. Hyde had sustained injuries so severe they bordered on life-threatening levels, and he must get there to save them as soon as possible.“Diego Kavinsky!” he growled from the depth
A minute and a half felt like the blink of an eye to Zayn. He could hardly even feel it go by.To Mr. Hyde, however, it was a minute and a half spent in hell. Within that tiny fraction of time, he had to watch his subordinates throw themselves at Diego with the dangerous zeal of a moth drawn to a flame. He could only watch from afar as they were pummeled into incapacitation—they were too weak to fight back.One by one, his loyal men fell to their knees. More than ten of them had been instantly annihilated by Diego’s attacks. There was no way out of this; he was no match for them, even if they were armed to the teeth. Scattered on the ground laid the motionless corpses of Mr. Hyde’s loyal subordinates.It was a terrible tragedy. To make matters worse, Diego had emerged relatively unscathed. With the exception of the trifling beads of sweat that trickled down his forehead, he barely even exerted his full power. He inhaled a deep breath—he had minimal trouble regaining his composure an
Diego turned to face the speaker. His sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the camera right next to it, and he immediately understood what he was seeing.Lysithea was still here, and she was spying on him through its tiny lens, which captured the entire expanse of the hall.“Lysithea!” Diego growled, his eyes trained at the camera, “I know that you’re still there. Come out, come out wherever you are, before I count to three—or he dies today!”He flexed his right hand, before wrapping it around Mr. Hyde’s head. With minimal force, the man could squash the latter’s head like a crushed watermelon.Diego was right about her. She had successfully escaped to the safe room, the one that she had instructed Mr. Hyde to construct some time ago. It was built from thick, dense layers of steel blocks; it was so impenetrable that even an elite, superior class fighter would be unable to destroy it. Laser guns were incapable of affecting the material at all, as only a legendary, indestructible fighter c
Yes, Zayn arrived in a rush. He saw over a hundred people scattered on the ground in a mess, collectively moaning in agony. They were severely injured, and each of them had been reduced to an appallingly sorry state. Some were struggling to breathe, wheezing with every puff of air that they forced into their lungs. Some were not so lucky, and submitted to the ghastly clutches of death and decay.Mr. Hyde’s chest was sunken—his breathing had gone shallow, akin to a candle in the wind. He looked like he was about to stop breathing at any moment. His head was being violently compressed by Diego, who had a tight, unending grip on Mr. Hyde’s skull. The force was capable of pulverizing the bone!Witnessing the scene, Zayn felt a surge of monstrous fury immediately churning inside of him!Crack, crack…He clenched his fists so tightly that they had gone a ghostly white. He was likely capable of even grinding a chunk of stainless steel into a fine powder!His seething rage shot straight u
Zayn’s fighting skill was absolutely impressive, and it was combined with some Gorgoherion Boxing techniques, which made it suitable for close combat. However, it was not fully Gorgoherion Boxing either. He had a fast punch speed with extraordinary strength. Every punch he threw carried a force of a few hundred kilograms. Zayn could be described as someone terrifying such that even Diego could feel tremendous pressure from him as well. Zayn made his way to Diego and unleashed a ferocious attack swiftly!The corners of Diego’s lips curled up into a bantering smile. “Interesting. It seems that I’ve underestimated you.”As he was speaking, Diego began to launch his counterattack as well. His fighting style could be described as soft and graceful. As he was confronted by Zayn’s quick, repetitive fighting techniques, his main focus was to prioritize defense. His fighting style was akin to mud that could absorb Zayn’s ferocious offense. Zayn could immediately feel that all his attacks